"Who's this?"
Rai Hikaru asked, puzzled. The random call had him scratching his head.
"It's Kō Roku Rika. You've been looking for part-time work lately, right?" Kōroku Rika replied.
"Yeah."
"We've got an opening here—someone recommended you. You're at that high school in Edomachi, yeah? After classes, I'll send a car to pick you up for the interview. Just head out the front gate."
Rai Hikaru blinked, still processing. "Interview?"
Kōroku Rika's tone stayed flat. "The recommender carries weight, but this job's critical—and we're only hiring one. You still gotta interview."
"Got it."
Rai Hikaru pieced it together—this had to be the gig Mrs. Mira hooked him up with.
An interview? Sounded strict.
Probably legit work.
Normally, a call like this would've screamed scam to anyone else—they'd bail.
But Rai Hikaru decided to check it out.
He trusted Mrs. Mira. Plus, with his superhuman physique and grandmaster skills, what could go wrong?
...
After morning classes, Rai Hikaru strolled out the school gate.
Sure enough, a luxury ride idled there. The driver waved him over—Rai nodded, hopped in.
What he didn't spot: three little tails trailing him.
Hamaqi Reina and the hotties had stuck to the plan, shadowing him quietly after classes to tail him home.
But they never saw it coming.
The second Rai Hikaru stepped out, a car whisked him away.
The trio stood there dumbfounded.
"Rides in luxury cars just to get around? What kinda insane family is this?"
"That driver's rocking shades like a full-on bodyguard."
"Rai-kun some chaebol heir or what?"
Even rich-girl Kurumi Banryu was floored.
No choice now—the car was long gone.
Silver party plan: foiled again by this curveball.
They slunk home, bummed out, scheming how to pin Rai Hikaru down next time for some fun.
...
...
Meanwhile...
Rai Hikaru stepped out of the car at Seika Girls' Academy's gate, staring in confusion.
The voice on the phone had that commanding big-sis vibe, all business with the luxury pickup—he figured it was some corporate gig.
How the hell did they drag him from one high school to another?
Seika Girls' Academy—the elite noble school packed with ojōsama.
Part-time job here? Was it legit?
Or... was this the other Seika gig he'd heard whispers about?
Mind swirling with mixed feelings, Rai Hikaru followed the driver's nudge into the ojōsama-filled noble academy.
They shuttled him straight to a building for a "preliminary physical."
Staff explained: pass the checkup first, then interview.
Rai Hikaru shrugged—not shocked. High-demand jobs often screened bodies upfront.
But this checkup felt... off.
"Strip."
The female staffer stared at him coldly. Rai Hikaru hesitated.
He glanced around: plenty of other guys there—burly bruisers, middle-aged dudes—all stripping down without a fuss.
Rai Hikaru shrugged and ditched his clothes.
The others had eyed the young pretty-boy high-schooler at first, smirking like they smelled weak sauce.
Then they saw it: chiseled, perfectly balanced muscle—ripped but not bloated, sculpted without excess.
Merman lines, power waist—check and check.
Middle-aged guys and beefcakes alike hung their heads in instant inferiority.
The female staffers? Eyes lit up in unison.
Throats bobbed as they swallowed hard.
"Next check!"
One couldn't wait, hand darting for Rai Hikaru's waistband.
"Hold up—is this checkup for real?!" Rai Hikaru clamped a hand over his crotch.
She rolled her eyes. "Standard procedure. Let go."
Rai Hikaru relented, letting her grope over the fabric.
Then came body fat scans, build measurements, health checks, hereditary disease history...
And get this: semen activity test. Rai Hikaru's gut twisted with a bad feeling about this "job"...
Half an hour later.
The white-coated school doc stood before them, list in hand. "Rai Hikaru, Kawakami Pantsu..."
"Everyone else—fail. Head out."
Results dropped like a bomb—axed over a dozen guys, down to three.
Rai Hikaru made the cut, naturally.
Hearing his overall stats topped the charts, the rejects shot the high-schooler disbelieving glares before slinking off.
The staffer beside him nodded. "Follow me to the private room next door. More detailed checks, plus photos—for the principal's pre-review."
"She'll handle the personal interview and vetting."
Under her prodding, Rai Hikaru entered the dim little room. Grudgingly, he stripped again while she snapped a barrage of pics.
If he hadn't half-guessed what was up, he'd have bolted scared shitless.
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Seika Girls' Academy, administrative tower—top-floor principal's office.
Principal Kōroku Rika lounged in her chair, one plush, thick black-stockinged meaty thigh crossed over the other. Face blank, she eyed the fresh stack of photos her secretary had brought.
"These the final three who passed physicals?"
Secretary nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Kōroku Rika stayed stone-faced, grabbing a couple at random for a close look.
"This all? Decent enough, but might not cut it for the academy's needs."
"The next one's even worse. Sigh."
She wasn't thrilled with the first two qualifiers—barely passable, left her wanting.
Then she hit the last stack. Name on the back.
"Rai Hikaru? The high-schooler with the hookup?"
Kōroku Rika arched a brow, surprised. She'd figured he'd wash out round one—yet here he was, cleared.
Intrigued, she snatched his photos and flipped them over.
The image hit her like a freight train—Kōroku Rika sucked in a sharp gasp!
Her pale throat bobbed hard, swallowing thick.
But next instant, her face twisted ugly. Ice-cold fury laced her voice as she snarled at the secretary. "Who took these pics?! This is bullshit—way too fake! That golden rod's faker than a bad deepfake, oversized as hell!"
"No human packs that—it's impossible!"
"Huh?! See for yourself!"
She slapped the photo across the secretary's face, ranting on. "Look at the background, that fake-ass dick—this pic's a total phony!"
"Faking shit on my turf? Even with a personal rec, I won't let it slide!!"
"Get that Rai Hikaru high-schooler in here now. I'll inspect him myself!"